Peter_Suciu
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My city has dug up the street a few blocks over as a new sewer is being put in. There has been a long trench, concrete pieces for the sewer lined up and huge mounds of dirt. It looks like a warzone, or at least a warzone a 12-year-old could appreciate. Nothing would have stopped my friends and me from going over for a battle after the workday ended.
But on our evening walks, my wife and I haven't seen so much as a single kid climbing on the dirt mounts or even looking at the concrete sections that still look like a bunker to me. I pointed out the trench and my wife said, "they have it fenced off" (with orange plastic mesh) ... and I just responded, "that's just the wire in front of the trenches! That wouldn't have stopped us."
It brought back good memories of those summers when my grandfather helped me turn an old bedpost into something that sort of resembled an MG-34, while my friend's father made him something that looked like a Maxim Gun (we used an old Christmas Tree stand as the tripod). I was a little sad that no kids today saw the wonder in the street turned into a battlefield.
But on our evening walks, my wife and I haven't seen so much as a single kid climbing on the dirt mounts or even looking at the concrete sections that still look like a bunker to me. I pointed out the trench and my wife said, "they have it fenced off" (with orange plastic mesh) ... and I just responded, "that's just the wire in front of the trenches! That wouldn't have stopped us."
It brought back good memories of those summers when my grandfather helped me turn an old bedpost into something that sort of resembled an MG-34, while my friend's father made him something that looked like a Maxim Gun (we used an old Christmas Tree stand as the tripod). I was a little sad that no kids today saw the wonder in the street turned into a battlefield.